I have a reoccurring dream that I keep falling through
The steep set of stairs in the house of blue
I have the fear tattooed
It's what I'm used to
Mir and I swearing on the swing
A summer when I got my first bee sting
A little scar sits on my left knee when I crashed my bike
Under the old oak tree
Throwing rocks into the window of the factory
1994 made these memories
My height was small so was my point of view
Then I heard my favorite band blink-182
Mir and I swearing on the swing
A summer when I got my first bee sting
A little scar sits on my left knee when I crashed my bike
Under the old oak tree
Throwing rocks into the window of the factory
1994 made these memories